Madhouse

by BRAINCOATS

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Jeroen Petri
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Jeroen Petri Very straight forward, honest, no bullshit punk-rock/punk/whatever you wanna call it :) Catchy songs, tasty guitar riffs and wonderful to listen to, this album ranks very high in my favourite albums that I listened to in 2016. Keep it up guys! Favorite track: I've Been Poisoned.
Adam Wronecki
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Adam Wronecki A new sound for an already awesome band Favorite track: I've Been Poisoned.
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released December 21, 2014

Engineered, mixed & produced by Fredrik Forsberg @ Fvck Life Studios.
Mastered by Bo Savik @ Savik Sound.
Artwork by Markus Johnson (maarklin.tumblr.com)

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BRAINCOATS Sweden

This is the sound of having a blast in the middle of a bad break-up, this is the sound of being love sick and frustrated, this is the sound of BRAINCOATS.

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Track Name: White Noise Radio
Greetings boys and girls, be seated
Welcome to the freak show of the year
We’re oh so happy you’re all here
So suck some air into your lungs
If you’ve been dying more than once
If you feel truly insincere
Someone kill the radio
This white noise slowly bores us all to tears
People are dying but who cares?
Let’s all salute the century
They shot the dreams of you and me
Your mind is now the enemy
And there’s no honesty
And there’s no more guarantee
Because you’ve heard it all before
It’s not what I signed up for

The Johnny on the corner said:
“The golden age is buried dead and gone”
He said: “Boy, go ask anyone”
So I spent all my money living in the future
Like an old man looking through a magazine

And there’s no honesty
And there’s no more guarantee
Because you’ve heard it all before
It’s not what I signed up for
Let’s burn it all down
And let’s hope the smell passes
And just like a black leather phoenix
We rise from the ashes

And there’s no honesty
And there’s no more guarantee
Because you’ve heard it all before
It’s not what I signed up for
Track Name: Barbed Wire & Ammunition
Barbed wire keeps me hating everyone
Barbed wire
Barbed wire, I really don’t like anyone
Barbed wire keeps me agitated

Ba ba ba ba

Ammunition, back bone of the nation
Ammunition
Ammunition, trust my intuition
Ammunition, ignorance and hatred

Ba ba ba ba

Don’t ask me no more questions
I really don’t wanna talk about it
I know I’ve got my reasons
Which means I don’t have to think about it

And In my mind
I know I’m right
I’m the muscle of this world and I don’t care
No, I’m not blind
So step aside
I’m fanning the flames with barbed wire and ammunition

Ba ba ba ba

“Oh man, the whole fucking world has gone insane…
How are you gonna show people that they’re wrong
If you're so fucking soft?
Well I for one assume that everyone’s just fucking stupid.
And how do you show stupid people that killing people is wrong?
Well it’s simple really; kill the fuckers.”

Don’t ask me no more questions
I really don’t wanna talk about it
I know I’ve got my reasons
Which means I don’t have to think about it

And In my mind
I know I’m right
I’m the muscle of this world and I don’t care
No, I’m not blind
So step aside
I’m fanning the flames with barbed wire and ammunition

Ba ba ba ba
Track Name: 99 Fatalities
Everything or nothing
I want it all, for lack of a better word
Something for nothing
I bite my tongue and my mouth fills up with blood

And I’m looking at something
That I know I’ll love forever
And my under qualified excuses bring me down
And the ticking clock on my bedroom wall
Goes silent when you’re around
And I can’t believe you already have to go

Stiff smiles and wide eyes
I’ve got it all and I saved it all for you
Every day I want you
I ain’t so bad; wanna try to want me, too?

And I want it badly
Like a shot of my favourite medicine
And I’m strung out on the beauty of your eyes
For every 99 fatalities a single one survives
And If I have to die, I just don’t mind

And I’m looking at something
That I know I’ll love forever
And my under qualified excuses bring me down
For every 99 fatalities a single one survives
And if I have to die, I just don’t mind
Track Name: Cynical
’m a struggle, I’m a wreck
I’m a fight for life itself
I’m a turn for the worse
I’m a god damned tumor
And nothing goes right
Nothing gets better
Nothing feels good
And I’m sick of everyone

I’ve crawled a long way
And I’m really getting bored
Angry at the world that let me down
And I’m finding myself cynical
And pissing on the pieces
I’m sick of all your fucking faces

Get out of my hair, just leave me alone
Life isn’t fair, I’ll do better on my own
‘Cause nothing goes right
Nothing gets better
Nothing feels good
And I’m sick of everyone

I’ve crawled a long way
And I’m really getting bored
Angry at the world that let me down
And I’m finding myself cynical
And pissing on the pieces
I’m sick of all your fucking faces
Track Name: I've Been Poisoned
A used syringe stuck through my arm, to a vein
I could really use a clean one, but it wouldn’t be the same
Cross eyed I stare into the mess that I’m in
Running a rat race that I just can’t win

I can’t be trusted when I’m left all alone
I’m simply waiting for the black out, baby
A padded cell would suit my trembling bones
Think you could drop me at the madhouse, baby?

I’m such a bad boy
I didn’t take my medication
Now something’s very wrong

Feels like I’m getting sicker by the hour
I don’t want it, no I don’t want it
My tongue is thickening, my blood is turning sour
I don’t want it, no I’ve been poisoned

Don’t blame me for being ashamed of myself
I just really feel pathetic being broken in half
Stuck in a phase, hoping it passes me by
I pleaded not guilty but the judge made up his mind

With sweaty palms, I pat myself on the back
“Good job, you gave yourself a heart attack, baby”
I dropped something, could you please drive me back?
I lost my mind inside the funhouse, baby

I’m such a bad boy
I didn’t take my medication
Now something’s very wrong

Feels like I’m getting sicker by the hour
I don’t want it, no I don’t want it
My tongue is thickening, my blood is turning sour
I don’t want it, no I’ve been poisoned